Latkes & Pancakes made of spuds, do a little number on my taste buds, the force is way to strong to simple over take, I put 'em in the oven turn the dial to bake!
You know when they're though when you hear the bell DING! only hear the sound once if you step into my ring,I let you take a swing, then I'll knock you to the floor, 1-potato, 2-potato, 3 -potato, 4!

YO I get mad horny when I eat potato dumplings, best watch out cause you know I'm gonna hump-things,
whether they moving or in time they froze,
I wanna see you groove and take off your clothes,
Spuds in a suds, tops in a pops, a tater maybe later
cause you know I can't stop! The lyrics that flow from my grill like a tap, my words are like a pickle hit you like a BITCH SLAP!

I am the maker I'm the maker of dreams I am the planner gonna apply my schemes, Well you say potaydah and I say pototah, you seem to cool off, but I'm just getting hotter! Try to investigate me but you ain't got no proof! Schemin' on a plan that has gone aloof, so like a potater in an elevator, I'm rise tot he top I'm a raise the roof!